I am cultivating immortality in Zhetian

Chapter 98: Trapped in light and dark, the magic jar reappears

The old site of Belvedere is in ruins.

The hidden news containing the "Nine Secrets" not only attracted the best of the young generation in the Eastern Wasteland to pursue and compete for it, but it also turned into a trap for the Holy Lord of the Ji family to ambush the enemy.

The Peerless Holy Master and the King of Monsters appeared one after another, and the terrifying Qi machines collided with each other, setting off a shocking storm. With each move, the magical light of divine power overwhelmed the sky and the earth, and rumbles resounded throughout the mountains and rivers, almost tearing the sky apart.

Everyone flew away to make way for the real protagonists to avoid being affected and involved.

Fujin transformed into Qinghong and wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to leave the storm whirlpool in Belvedere, but someone had already targeted him.

"He's running away."

"Stop him."

"Hand over the Nine Secrets and the Divine Treasure."

The provocative voice that had been hidden in the crowd reappeared.

Seeing that Fu Jin was about to leave, it was very likely that Shen Zang in the underground palace would be missed and missed in vain. Finally, someone could no longer hold back, no longer waiting for others to take action, and chose to go into battle himself.

Suddenly a purple air came from the east, drifting across the sky, like mist, soaking half of the sky, as if auspicious manifestations, tranquility and peace, impervious to all evil, firmly blocking Fujin's path.

The Holy Son of Purple Mansion.

"Hand over Jinzo."

The Holy Son of the Purple Mansion was full of vitality, showing a fluctuation of divine power that was not inferior to that of the Holy Lady of the Purple Mansion who had defeated him. His eyes were sharp, and he was surrounded by purple energy, giving him a noble appearance.

Not only does he want to seize the divine treasure, but he also wants to use Fujin as a stepping stone to regain his former prestige.

The green rainbow streaked across the sky. Facing the obstacle that appeared in front of it, it suddenly flashed, changed direction in mid-air, and shot towards the east.

But at this moment, a unique and unpretentious aura of the avenue appeared, like an invisible sky net of the avenue, hanging high in the eastern sky, catching all the fish that slipped through the net looking for gaps to escape.

Tao Yishengzi.

The green rainbow folded again in mid-air and headed straight to the west.

However, at some point, a 37-year-old middle-aged man with a heroic appearance appeared there, surrounded by holy lights behind him, like a bright fairy king, with eyes as deep as the sea, looking over coldly.

Chu Lingkong, the great disciple of the Holy Land of Shake Light, has practiced much longer than his peers, and is very powerful. He was almost chosen to be the Holy Son of Light back then. Now, after continuous hard training, his own strength has improved rapidly. In terms of coercion and aura alone, Above the Holy Son of Zifu and the Holy Son of Daoyi.

The road ahead, the left and right sides, and the four directions have been blocked by strong men of the younger generation. Now only the old site of Belvedere, where the battle was taking place behind, still has no one showing up to block the road.

Seeing that he could not leave in a short time, Qinghong dispersed and Fu Jin's figure appeared. He glanced at the three people standing in the distance and understood what these people were planning.

Be entangled but not fight, trapped but not kill.

These people were afraid of the combination of his vision and his original magic. They only wanted to block him from a distance and constantly consume his divine power. When he was exhausted, they would attack him in groups and take away his life and all his treasures.

Moreover, in his induction, there is a vague aura, shrouded in boundless light, hidden in the darkness, watching his movements, and may explode at any time with an earth-shattering blow.

The Holy Son of Fluctuating Light.

After King Xiaopeng and the Jiang family's divine body found it difficult to win and retreated, Holy Son Yaoguang did not leave together, but quietly waited for things to change, planning to be the last fisherman.

There is indeed nothing wrong with his idea.

Even without the three of them, Jiu Mi and Shen Zang still aroused the greed of countless people. Faced with Fu Jin, a strong man whose strength was stronger than most people, many people still chose to take action.

"If I say that there is no so-called divine treasure at all, do you believe it?" Fu Jin suddenly asked.

The three people blocking the way for all parties did not answer, but used their own methods from a distance to ensure that he would not slip out of the blockade.

On the contrary, the many disciples of the great sect who were not strong enough but gathered outside made a lot of noise, mixed with a few curses from time to time, to refute Fu Jin's statement.

"Brother Fu is joking."

Song Tianfeng, a genius from the Five Elements Palace in the Northern Territory, spoke with a calm look on his face, his hands behind his back, and he said meaningfully:
"Isn't the sword body made of feathered green gold in Brother Fu's hand obtained from the underground palace's divine treasure?"

Fu Jin looked at this person deeply.

"What Brother Song said is right." A disciple of the Palace of Disillusionment, who was also a great sect in the Northern Territory, spoke up and said in a deep voice:
"It's not enough for Brother Fu to get the Nine Secrets and the Feathered Sword Embryo. It would be too greedy to continue to occupy the rest of the divine treasures."

The two of them exchanged words with each other, which attracted the approval of many people.

"That's right, if you leave the Nine Secrets and the sword fetus quickly, you can still save your life."

"Who knows if you are lying to us? We have to check the wheel sea and Tao palace to confirm the authenticity."

"Tie your hands and feet, let go of your consciousness, and let me wait for the soul search."

For a moment, there was an uproar and the crowd was furious, as if Fu Jin had done something outrageous, and by not allowing them to conduct a thorough search, he had committed some kind of felony.

There were thousands of characters with thousands of appearances, but what was revealed at this time were all expressions of greed, mixed with jealousy and cynicism.

They didn't care whether Fu Jin got the divine treasure or not, they just knew that Fu Jin did have a lot of treasures on his body.

As for whether these treasures were obtained from the treasures of God?

No one wants to get to the bottom of it and find out.

Looking at this scene, Fu Jin didn't feel any anger in his heart. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, then looked up at the sky and burst into laughter.

The laughter overwhelmed all the questions and scolds.

This made the geniuses who kept questioning and shouting like a mob gathered together, and a sense of shame and annoyance filled their hearts. Song Tianfeng, who had just scolded him bluntly, walked out again, as if adhering to the will of thousands of people, he planned to speak again.

A young Taoist priest in the crowd silently came to Song Tianfeng's side. Everyone thought he was going to shout angrily with the latter, so no one stopped or reminded him.

But the moment Song Tianfeng just opened his mouth, the little Taoist priest's momentum changed, and he was as sharp as a heavenly sword. He flashed his figure, waved his arms, and the divine power burst out from his body, and he swung his palm towards Song Tianfeng beside him.

boom.

The unsuspecting Song Tianfeng was knocked out of all his teeth, his mouth was swollen like a sausage, and half of his face was swollen like a watermelon. He covered his face in disbelief and looked at the little Taoist priest, his figure retreating.

"Trash fish." The little Taoist priest raised his middle finger and spat again.

Although Song Tianfeng didn't understand the meaning of this gesture, he could guess from the judgment that it must be some kind of aggressive action. Coupled with the spit flying on his face, there were flames burning in his eyes.

"court death."

He took out his hand in anger, and the same palm fell down. A big hand as black as ink, bigger than a house, exuding heavy pressure, fell like a hill.

With one blow, this little Taoist priest who only has the third level of the Taoist palace will definitely be crushed into a pulp.

Under everyone's gaze, a ray of brilliance surged out of the little Taoist priest's body, turning into a cauldron over one meter high above his head, with wisps of misty aura falling down, smashing the falling hill, and falling on Song Tianfeng. on the body.

This tripod was so special that it attracted everyone's attention as soon as Fang appeared.

"Mother Qi of all things?"

"It turns out to be the root of Xuanhuang."

"How can there be such supreme immortal material?"

This big cauldron is all black and yellow in color, without any fluctuations in divine light power, but it exudes an atmosphere, as if it is not a cauldron, but a mountain and river, a piece of heaven and earth.

Under such heavy force, Song Tianfeng had no chance to escape and was directly crushed into a pulp.

"I know who he is."

"He is Ye Fan who killed Situ Feng of Yanyun Sect."

"Several young disciples of the Ji family also died in his hands."

It was as if a pot had exploded in the crowd. Everyone was talking and looking at the cauldron with fiery eyes.

This is the Xuanhuang Source Root. Even if you can get a trace of it and smelt it into your own weapon, it will be enough to add a lot of power to it.

Nine Secrets, Feather Sword Fetus, Xuanhuang Source Cauldron.
Under all kinds of temptations, how could everyone endure it? They didn't even bother to make excuses, they just shouted and rushed out.

"Grab it."

"Go together."

"Seeers have a share."

No one would want such a treasure.The black and yellow cauldron flew back, and Ye Fan, who was called out, no longer concealed his identity. Under the wisps of mist, an unusually delicate face appeared.

"kill."

Facing these disciples of the Holy Land of Great Religion with extraordinary origins, Ye Fan did not retreat but advanced. Endless purple flames poured out from the mouth of the cauldron. The disciples of the Palace of Disillusionment and the Palace of Five Elements who rushed forward were all burned to ashes.

This is the purple energy divine flame collected from the fire domain.

Before Ye Fan could continue to take action, Fu Jin flicked his sleeves, and a green rainbow rolled out, bringing it behind him.

"Why are you taking action now?" Fu Jin asked as a strange phenomenon appeared behind him, constantly sensing the void.

"These trash fish are so disgusting, you will vomit if you look at them one more time." Ye Fan stood side by side with him and said with a smile:
“As a great master in the Four Extremes Realm, when you deal with these miscellaneous fish, you feel like you are bullying the small ones.

"It's better to let me, a small cultivator from the secret realm of Dao Palace, take action for you."

Depend on.Fu Jin was speechless.

"Aren't you going to run away now?" Ye Fan stood under the cauldron and transmitted his voice with his spiritual consciousness, remaining calm.

"There's no rush." ​​Fu Jin also responded with spiritual consciousness and said:

"The Holy Son of Fluttering Light is lurking in the dark. I suspect there are others hiding, waiting to take action."

"Who?" Ye Fan asked.

"Remember how we got separated last time?" Fu Jin did not answer directly.

Shaking Light Holy Land, ruthless people.

Ye Fan remembered it clearly, but he still remembered the other party's methods and said:
"What if the other party brings imperial soldiers?"

"So, we need to find a helper." A giant tree grew behind Fu Jin, with a canopy like a canopy, spreading crazily.

Wherever they passed, the Holy Son of Purple Mansion and others who were blocking the road were flying back.

With his immortal physique, Fu Jin sensed the nature of heaven and earth with the Jianmu Sacred Tree, and finally noticed that familiar ray of energy.

Sure enough, it is still there.

"Since Taoist Master Duan De is here, why not show up and see him?" Fu Jin shouted loudly.

However, everything was quiet and no one responded.

"Don't you want any news about the Ninth Secret?" Fu Jin took out the ancient animal skin scroll and displayed it openly in front of him.

"How do I know if it's true or false?" The fat Taoist priest appeared out of thin air and looked at Fu Jin cautiously.

After the previous battles, he knew that this black-hearted and white-faced boy was definitely not a good person.

"As long as you agree to temporarily join forces with me, this ancient scroll can be given to Taoist Master now." Fu Jin's nonchalant look made Duan De hesitate.

Could this damn boy be harboring some dirty tricks?
Immediately afterwards, he understood Fu Jin's sinister intentions.

"Does Master Duan De still remember what he did?"

As soon as Fu Jin finished speaking, before Duan De could react, a familiar consciousness came from the storm that shook the world in the distance and swept over several people.

The Holy Lord of Wanchu.

Duan De's expression changed drastically.

His attention was attracted by the Nine Secrets, and he even forgot about the fact that Holy Lord Wanchu also came to the old site of Belvedere.

Not long ago, he visited someone's ancestral grave.

"Boy, are you cheating on me?"

"As long as the Taoist Master agrees to join forces with me and the Nine Secret Ancient Scrolls are presented to him with both hands, I can also take action for the Taoist Master if he encounters any difficulties in the future." Fu Jin gave his condition.

One shot.

Duan De's expression returned to normal, and he couldn't help but feel a little moved.

Did he know that this kid had the same imperial weapons as him?

"how?"

"Okay, Master Dao will help you just once." Duan De was heartbroken and agreed, and then he saw the ancient scroll flying towards him.

As an experienced archaeologist, Duan De recognized the authenticity of the ancient scrolls at a glance.

The information about the Ninth Secret was indeed recorded in it, and the map to find the Ninth Secret was clearly marked.

After putting it away excitedly, Duan De looked at the three people blocking the road and shouted:

"Tell me, which one do you want Mr. Dao to help you deal with?"

"None of them." Fu Jin smiled apologetically, and once again relied on the sense of immortality and vision to find the obscure aura hidden in the dark.

A jade bottle filled with purple energy flew out from his sleeve, with Tao and reason intertwined, pouring out streams of extremely rich purple energy flames towards a corner of the void not far away.

A figure in a black robe and cloak emerged from the void in a somewhat embarrassed manner, avoiding the surging fireworks.

"It's him." Fu Jin pointed at the other party.

After Duan De sensed the terrifying aura on that figure, he even greeted Fu Jin's eighteen generations of ancestors in an instant.

"Extremely powerful?
"You evil boy, you are indeed evil-hearted and full of evil"

Fu Jin did not talk back, but reminded him kindly:

"There is one more thing I forgot to mention. This person probably carries an imperial weapon, which is intact."

"Holy shit." Duan De was already filled with grief and anger, clenching his fists tightly and his eyes were red, as if there were tears:

"Damn it, Master Dao knows that nothing good is going to happen.

"Why did I meet you outside Wanchu Holy Land? If I hadn't met you, I wouldn't have been hunted down by the people from Wanchu Holy Land.

"If I hadn't been chased, I wouldn't have thought of coming to the Northern Territory. If I hadn't come to the Northern Territory, I wouldn't have had the misfortune to meet you again.

"If I hadn't met you, how could Master Dao cooperate with you and gain nothing?"

Duan De seemed to have transformed into a resentful woman in her boudoir. She could not stop complaining, making Fu Jin sweat on his forehead. If the other party knew that the so-called Ninth Secret was also a trap.
As he spoke, a black broken bowl appeared silently on Duan De's head, emitting black light, and immediately attracted the attention of two people, no, to be precise, one person and one dog.

"Swallowing the Devil's Jar?"

The black-robed master who avoided the purple energy divine flame looked up at the broken bowl, the greed in his eyes almost solidifying.

Coming from a ruthless family, how could he not recognize the aura of the Sky-Swallowing Demon Jar?

"Magic jar lid?" Another voice came from the cauldron above Ye Fan's head, mixed with a few dog barks.

"Damn it, no wonder I didn't find the emperor. It turns out that you were the one who took advantage of me.

"Wang"

A black shadow jumped out from the cauldron, and under everyone's puzzled gaze, he opened his mouth and bit the broken bowl.

"Holy shit, where did this wild dog come from?" Duan De was stunned for a moment, then cursed loudly, reached out and grabbed the bare dog's tail, and tried to pull it down.

"Wow, you damn fat man, let me go and return my treasure as soon as possible."

"Go away, where did the wild dog come from? Quickly let go, Master Dao is going to kill the dog for meat."

Fu Jin: "."

Ye Fan: "."

The man in black: "."

Onlookers:"."

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